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A mystery; yes, a mystery it isBut not as frail as the dark linings of the blinding lightMany a face may emerge and seem to fadeBut will be there in its shadeAnd urban blight is just a momentary blinkFor it is the 'Life' unto which all will eventually sink.

About Me

like to float in time, give wings to my words, cuddle the clouds, lie in the lap of my dreams, drain down like rain n melt like the morning dews....i'm a pessimist who often end up romanticizing with optimism, a dreamer who likes to get lost in hope...i'm what i am.